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A theorist, organist, and conductor, Jeff Ostrowski holds his B.M. in Music Theory from the University of Kansas (2004), and did graduate work in Musicology. He serves as choirmaster for the new FSSP parish in Los Angeles, where he resides with his wife and children.
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“In spite of what it is currently called, the music of these songs is not modem: this musical style is not new, but has been played in the most profane places and surroundings (cabarets, music halls, often for more or less lascivious dances with foreign names). The people are led on to rock or swing. They all feel an urge to dance about. That sort of “body language” is certainly alien to our Western culture, unfavorable to contemplation and its origins are rather suspect. Most of the time our congregations, which already find it hard not to confuse the crochets and the quavers in a 6/8 bar, do not respect the rhythm; then one no longer feels like dancing, but with the rhythm gone to pieces, the habitual poorness of the melodic line becomes all the more noticeable.”
— Unnamed choirmaster (Northern France) circa 1986

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“Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua.”
published 24 October 2016 by Jeff Ostrowski

E LOVE LIVING in Los Angeles, but there’s one thing I miss tremendously about the Midwest. I’m speaking of the Autumn leaves, which in northern regions of the United States turn unbelievable colors. Seeing the beautiful colors, I would always recall the SANCTUS: Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.

729 A

729 B

729 C

718 red leaves

717 red leaves


Fulton Sheen once said: “I pity the atheist—he has no one to thank.”